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[Finally, after days of incapacitation, the fallen Master of Death-the one who claimed so much power-had just barely been able to rise to his feet after suffering his most humiliating and total defeat. Gig stood on the inside of a crater outlined by his own bodily figure, still panting heavily in exhaustion from the fight days prior, as he glared off into the Netherworld skies and finally mustered the strength to utter something under his breath.]
Your ass... is mine.